Sunday, October 25, 2009

sideshow rose

Traveling carnival sideshow hiding amongst the ancient lunacies. Freaks peddling themselves for spare change the way poets do the way the avant-garde used to.

Amongst the tragedy comedic scenes is where she and I have chosen to hide from the kind that thrive on cruelty.

It's in this antique America that we make love. Our hearts beating against each others chests as we drift into what feels like sleep.

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